The Delicious Series: The First Volume

by Stella Starling

  “Someday… we’re going to do this… somewhere… where you can get loud,” Nick promised, doing his best to swallow Jeremy’s little moans and gasping breaths between the words. “Because you are really fucking turning me on, J.”

  Jeremy was turning Nick on?

  Seriously, Nick’s weight pinning him to the mattress was the only thing keeping him from coming apart. He felt like he was going to burst into a million pieces, every cell of his body throbbing with want. He wasn’t normally quite so vocal, but with Nick, he couldn’t seem to shut himself up, no matter how hard he tried.

  Nick replaced his mouth with his hand again, muffling the sound, and turned Jeremy’s head to the side so that his lips could burn their way down his throat. “Please—” the word came out as an extended groan when Jeremy moaned, an erotic vibration against his skin, “—don’t wake Ava up again.”

  Jeremy didn’t want to do that, but when Nick started rolling his hips so… fucking… perfectly, Jeremy simply could not focus on anything other than the exquisite friction of their cocks sliding against each other. He was just going to have to leave it to Nick to keep him quiet. After all, a relationship was all about give and take, right? He slipped a hand between their bodies, wrapping it around both of them—give and take—but when he started stroking the two together, Nick broke his own rule.

  “Jeremy.”

  Jeremy grinned.

  The word had not been quiet.

  Not even close.

  Nick’s hand fell away from Jeremy’s mouth, and he caged Jeremy between his huge arms, his upper body arching back as he thrust into Jeremy’s hand. The taut cords of his neck stood out, and the expression of pure rapture on his face was so damn sexy that Jeremy almost couldn’t stand it.

  “Jesus. Jesus, J. Oh my God, that feels… so… fucking… good.”

  “Shhh,” Jeremy teased.

  But then he forgot about teasing and moved straight to begging as Nick dropped his mouth back down to Jeremy’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His fingers dug into Jeremy’s hips to hold him still as he kissed his way down to his chest—Nick’s end-of-day stubble rasping across his sensitive nipples and driving him crazy—and then kept going. Nick’s decadent mouth inched down Jeremy’s body—his thick, hard shaft sliding out of Jeremy’s grasp as he moved lower—and the slick precum coating Jeremy’s cock made the slow drag of Nick’s skin across it feel like heaven.

  “Nick,” Jeremy said. Tried to. It came out sounding more like nnnnggggghhhhohmyGodkeepdoingthatplease.

  Nick looked up at him without pausing, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses past Jeremy’s navel, and for a split-second, Jeremy honestly thought the wicked, wicked gleam in his boyfriend’s eyes might cause him to literally die of pure lust. Jeremy’s cock was trapped between them, jerking against Nick’s neck, and his hands closed convulsively around the back of Nick’s head, urging him to move lower.

  He did.

  “Holy shit,” Jeremy gasped, hips slamming up involuntary when Nick took him in his mouth. “Are you sure you’ve never been gay?”

  Nick laughed, the sound vibrating over every inch of Jeremy’s so so so so happy cock, but, thankfully, he didn’t stop to answer. He just swirled his tongue around the head, one of those rough-skinned hands wrapped around the base as he sucked Jeremy deeper into his mouth, surrounding him with a wet heat that reduced Jeremy’s brain power to completely non-existent.

  Good.

  That was the extent of his ability to form any coherent thought.

  So.

  Good.

  And okay, lack of technique meant that Nick probably hadn’t ever sucked a cock before, that was clear, but that Did. Not. Matter. The sight of Nick’s lips stretched wide around him was so fucking erotic that it took Jeremy from oh-God-this-is-going-to-make-me-come to holy-shit-for-real-this-is-about-to-happen.

  “Stop,” he gasped, already feeling his balls start to tighten. “Nick… I…”

  Nick stopped.

  Wait.

  Nooooooooooo.

  But, right. Yes, he’d stopped him because…

  “I don’t want to come yet,” Jeremy panted, barely stopping himself from pushing his dick between Nick’s lips again. “I want you to fuck me. I want to do it while you’re inside me.”

  Nick smiled, flattening his tongue against the base of Jeremy’s cock and sliding it to the top like he was licking a popsicle.

  Fucking.

  Christ.

  “This is not a one-shot deal, J,” he said, those big hands spreading Jeremy’s thighs farther apart as he did the popsicle thing again.

  Nnnnnghhhh.

  “Just let yourself go. I want to taste you. We’ll get to the rest lat—”

  Jeremy grabbed Nick’s head, pushing it back down. Fine. The man had convinced him. And oh, God. Yes. Nick took him deep, and he was done. Two solid months of wanting shooting out of him in a heady rush that went on so long he thought he actually had died. Not that he had any problem with death-by-orgasm whatsoever.

  Nick’s mouth was heaven, and he could have happily stayed there forever.

  Jeremy couldn’t move.

  He’d seriously lost all ability to do anything but lie there in a melted puddle of warm satisfaction and ride out the tingling after-effects.

  Nick, however, was obviously still feeling energetic.

  Jeremy should do something about that.

  Any second now.

  Nick didn’t seem inclined to wait for him to take action, though, and even though Jeremy 2.0 was all about being proactive, at the moment, he was perfectly content to let Nick be the member of Team Us who made things happen.

  “Roll over,” Nick said, doing it for him.

  Was Nick going to fuck him, now?

  Jeremy’s body felt like it was filled with warm syrup. Boneless and happy. But getting fucked would definitely be nice.

  Very, very nice… but oh.

  He only realized his eyes had drifted closed when they snapped back open.

  Nope. Not fucking.

  God.

  Nick’s tongue was in his ass.

  Jesus. H. Christ. So much for worrying about a gay freak out. Had Nick been taking a class on 101 Ways To Get My Boyfriend Off in his spare time?

  Speaking of which, Jeremy really wanted to do his part. Really, seriously wanted to do his part. After all, Jeremy had already had a little taste of heaven… while, Nick… oh.. God… speaking of tasting… Nick was…

  “Nick.”

  Nick’s hand snaked up to cover his mouth, muffling the rest of the sounds that spilled out of him, and Nick’s mouth kept… doing… that.

  Holy shit.

  Holy.

  Shit.

  For as hard as he’d just come, Jeremy’s cock should not have had any life left in it.

  Wrong.

  Jeremy was having trouble with the being-quiet thing again, and when he sucked Nick’s fingers into his mouth, Nick groaned, surging up over his body and flattening him against the mattress. The feel of Nick’s erection pulsing against his ass made Jeremy groan, and he realized Nick had been right. It was definitely not going to be a one-shot night, for him, at least.

  Nick was holding his hip down with one hand while he thrust against him, kissing the back of his neck, the side of his jaw, his shoulder. Whispering his name, over and over, as if he’d forgotten how to say anything else. As if being here, doing this, with Jeremy, was the only thing that Nick wanted to be doing.

  Which, okay, obviously.

  But Jeremy could feel it—not just the sweet friction as his almost-hard-again cock rubbed against the sheets, the urgency in Nick’s hard body, covering his, the heat of Nick’s open mouth on his body—this was more than just sex. Nick knew him, wanted him, every move he made—both inside the bedroom and out—demonstrated just how much the man paid attention to him. Understood him. Wanted him.

  Nick made him feel like he was special.

  Cherished, even.

  Lov
ed.

  He’d never felt that way before, not really. Not like this. And when it hit him, it kind of made him feel like he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, even though—fine—he wasn’t really going to do either. Because Nick was making him feel a whole load of other things that were occupying the vast majority of his attention. But the other thing, the swelling, throbbing, warm joy in his heart, was making all those physical things about a thousand times sweeter than he’d ever imagined they could be.

  He needed to have Nick inside him.

  Wanted to get as close as they could be, to feel the man who he wanted to be his forever moving inside him, filling him, connected to his body the way he was already connected to Jeremy’s heart. And, finally, Nick—who could always read him. Or maybe it was just that Nick needed to feel that, too—slicked his fingers with lube and reached between them.

  OH.

  God.

  “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Jeremy gasped when Nick’s fingers found his prostate.

  “What, sex?” Nick asked, a hint of laughter overlaying the husky tone of his voice.

  He was grinding against Jeremy’s hip as he prepared him, and between the fingers and the cock and the way Nick’s other hand was stroking his back, the whole situation was not one Jeremy would normally think he’d be laughing in—moaning, maybe. Begging, even—but Nick’s question forced one out of him anyway.

  Um, no. That’s not what I meant, he tried to say. Fail. Nick added a second finger, making Jeremy almost desperate for more, and the laughter turned into those other things, cutting off the option for talking.

  “Anal?” Nick asked, his teasing voice raw with need, even though he, at least, was still managing to form coherent words.

  “Mmmmmmmmmm,” Jeremy managed.

  And then Nick stopped teasing, pausing just long enough to cover himself before rolling on top of Jeremy again and pushing all that thick, hot length inside him with one smooth, deep thrust.

  Fucking.

  God.

  The man was not small. He stretched Jeremy open in the most delicious way imaginable, and once he was fully seated, he locked an arm around Jeremy’s waist, almost trembling on top of him.

  “Jesus,” Nick said in a strained voice. “Don’t move, J.”

  Jeremy bit back a smile. As tightly as Nick was holding him, he couldn’t have if he’d wanted to, but after all Nick’s endless patience and epic levels of stamina, it was nice to hear him sounding less than in full control.

  And, actually, maybe Jeremy could move.

  Just a little.

  He shifted his hips, making Nick suck in a sharp breath and bite—bite—his shoulder. The desperate urgency in that sharp jolt of almost-pain made him gasp as it shot a bolt of pleasure straight down to his cock. And then Nick moved. Holding him down and putting all those hard muscles to good use. Setting up a rhythm that had hot tension coiling in Jeremy’s stomach from the first thrust, that held the promise of an unbelievably happy ending, one that Jeremy honestly thought he might not recover from.

  “God, Jeremy,” Nick ground out. “You feel so fucking good. Someday, I want to do this without anything between us.”

  Jeremy whimpered, balling up the pillow under his head and biting down on it to stifle the sound. He’d never had sex without a condom, never been with anyone who he would consider getting to that point with. But with Nick? Yes. He would love that. Would love to feel all of Nick, to be filled with the hot surge of his release when it came, to know that the man was his.

  Nick’s arm tightened around his waist, losing some of his smooth rhythm as he drove into Jeremy with hard, urgent thrusts that were guaranteed to send them both over the edge. Nick had been fucking him flat on the bed, but now he yanked him up to his knees, pulling his head back to capture his mouth in a raw, dirty kiss as he reached around to stroke him.

  “Come, J,” he begged. “I can’t… last…”

  “Nick,” Jeremy moaned, doing it.

  Because Nick asked.

  Because Jeremy had to.

  Because—with Nick holding him, Nick needing him, Nick giving him everything he’d ever wanted—he couldn’t have stopped it if he’d tried.

  Nick surged against him, groaning as he followed, and then—still holding Jeremy’s back against his front—he collapsed onto the bed, wrapping his hard body around Jeremy as if he wanted to keep him there forever.

  “Oh my God,” Jeremy said, shaking a little as he came back to earth. “Nick… oh my God.”

  Nick laughed, sounding out of breath himself. He pulled out, disposing of the condom and then pulling Jeremy onto his chest as he lay back down. Kissing him. Stroking a hand down his back.

  “I can’t believe…” Jeremy blushed, not finishing the sentence. He felt like a broken record, but for real, was Nick even straight? Because the man had just rocked his world.

  “What?” Nick asked, running a finger over Jeremy’s lips and then following it with his own.

  “You really haven’t done that before? Been with a man?”

  Nick’s lips quirked up. “Nope. But… maybe Beck and I have talked sex before,” he said, and even though the room was only lit by moonlight, Jeremy was pretty sure he saw Nick blush a little at the admission. “Plus, you know, the internet. It’s… educational.”

  Jeremy laughed. “Well, lucky me. I never would have known that was your first time.”

  The teasing light went out of Nick’s eyes, replaced with something that made Jeremy catch his breath.

  “It was,” Nick said, cupping Jeremy’s face tenderly. “The first time I’ve ever made love to someone I don’t have any secrets from. Someone I never want to be without. Even when we’re apart, I want to stay together, J. There’s never been anyone like you for me. I—”

  Jeremy kissed him. Hoping the hot prick of tears he could feel behind his eyes wouldn’t spill over and ruin the moment.

  Nick’s lips curved under his, and Jeremy’s heart tripped in his chest.

  He loved him.

  Jeremy wasn’t going to say it. Not yet. But he knew for sure.

  He was in love.

  15

  Nick

  Cash grabbed two glasses of champagne from a passing server as he headed toward Nick, handing him one with a cheeky grin when he arrived at his side.

  “You manage to lose Jeremy already?” he asked, making a show of looking at the empty space next to Nick.

  “Couldn’t drum up a date?” Nick retaliated, raising the glass to his lips to hide his smile.

  “Nah,” Cash said, winking. “You stole mine.”

  Nick’s eyes strayed toward the little wedding-party cluster near the bandstand that included Jeremy. He definitely wasn’t going to apologize for that. Besides, Cash was the one who’d suggested it in the first place, which had seriously tipped the scales when it came to Nick forgiving him for the way they’d first met. J’s friend Sherri had managed to squeeze Nick in for an emergency tux fitting, and the wedding itself had been beautiful. Traditional and elegant.

  Even though Nick didn’t know them well, watching Gavin and Ben exchange their heartfelt vows had been moving. They were obviously very much in love, and watching J tear up as he glowed with happiness for his friends had also done something to him. He definitely needed to step up his game when it came to romance, because Jeremy was a total sap. Nick grinned. He loved that about him. No surprise there, though, since he basically loved everything about J.

  “Shit, man,” Cash said, laughing and waving a hand in front of Nick’s face to get his attention. “You’re gone.”

  “Sorry,” Nick said, pulling his eyes away from his boyfriend with an effort.

  Cash came off as a bit of a cocky ass, but he was actually a pretty good guy. They’d already talked about hanging back in Seattle sometime.

  “You’re forgiven,” Cash said, clapping him on the shoulder. “It’s good to see Jeremy so happy. He deserves it.”

  “Agreed.”
/>   “Just don’t fuck it up,” Cash said, his hand tightening on Nick’s shoulder. “He’s my favorite cousin.”

  There was a warning in his eyes that belied his teasing tone, but Nick didn’t have a problem with that. Fucking it up was the last thing he wanted to do.

  “I’m your only cousin,” Jeremy said, joining them just in time to catch the last bit of the conversation. He slipped his hand into Nick’s, glowing the way he had been all day, and looked back and forth between the two of them curiously. “What are you guys talking about?”

  Nick lifted J’s hand to kiss his Summer Triangle. He grinned. Yup, even after a few weeks of much more intimate moments than that, it still got him the shiver.

  “Just discussing Cash’s inability to get a man,” Nick said.

  Jeremy laughed. “That’s generally not a problem for him.”

  “Really? Because looks like he could use a little help…”

  “This is the thanks I get for getting the two of you together?” Cash asked, doing his best to act affronted.

  Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no, Cash. Sorry. But speaking of that, I just overheard the photographer taking credit for hooking Gavin up with Ben.”

  “Oh, hell no,” Cash said, looking around. “That was all me. Where is the little shit? I need to set him straight.”

  Jeremy pointed out an attractive, dark-haired man holding an oversized camera.

  “Hmmm,” Cash said, looking the man up and down with a predatory gleam in his eye.

  “Gay… and single,” J said, looking like he was trying not to laugh.

  “Sounds like a problem I may have a solution for,” Cash said, downing the rest of his champagne. He set the glass down on a small table next to them, then headed in that direction, throwing a distracted “later, cuz” over his shoulder as he left.

  Jeremy snickered, which made Nick want to kiss him. Well, no. Nick just wanted to kiss him, period. So he did.

  “Cash on the prowl again?” someone asked, interrupting.